A Blog site for fans of the greatest bluegrass heavy metal band ever! A place to pay tribute to Angus, Dingus and the boys while they rock the world with their scorching riffs and soul-searching lyrics.

Her arse is like an ingot,a mold fer freezin' steel.so globular with ringlets,of hair that makes you reel.

And so I go on dancin',and playin' my guitar - for that arse that waits me yondermolten, sticky (just like tar).

She's my luva-luva,my metal-heavy dream!when that arse of hers starts firin'watch out! Your head is full of steam.

And so I go on uh-dancin',and playing my gueetar,fer if I did stop dancin'she'd fire like a 'splodin' star!

(fading)She's a metal heavin' dream,a heavin' metal queenbut if her arse starts firing [barely audible]it'll kill ya, you'll be creamed [inaudible - the kids will have to really pump up the volume on this one]